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* = smut
1. Bear Shifter!Harry at the pumpkin patch with his mate
2. She’s a newly turned vampire and she just can’t keep his fingers out of her mouth *
3. Dadrry trick or treating
4. When he drinks a potion and it ends in overstimulation *
5. Doing his makeup for his costume
6. Masked Stranger *
7. She’s a newly turned vampire and she can’t control her bloodlust (more of #2)
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Listen to The Teacher, and everything will be fine. From Heaven’s mouth to His ears, it’s for the greater good. Read warnings before each post, sensitive material will be included in all parts
Warnings: Primal play (chasing/hunting), Werewolf!Harry (he’s human form but has claws/fangs/knot and non-human senses– mostly scent stuff), teensy-tiny blood play, squirting if you squint, knot/knotting mention (sorry i am an abo lover at heart but this is not an abo fic!), mate/mating mention, breeding kink
AN: Sorry this is like 1k words of reader being chased… there is twice as much smut! Also sorry if Harry is too beastly/creature-esque :’) Anyway, happy spooky season lovelies!
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Twigs and branches snapped around you as your feet carried you over damp undergrowth and duff. Your heartbeat was pounding in your throat and every breath burned as your lungs worked overtime. Even through the pummel of your heartbeat in your ears you could hear the gruff pants of the beast behind you– hot on your tail.
Harry could be a good hunter when he wanted to. Years of practice had culminated an ease of pursuit. He knew how to keep his breathing down. He knew how to move seamlessly– with the prowess to be three steps ahead of his prey. He knew which paths to follow in the twisted woods that surrounded his home. But for you, he waived those instilled precepts– he wanted you to be scared, you were just so much sweeter that way.
You’d been running for what felt like hours. Sweat dripped down your back and from your temples. Your arms and legs were covered in a grazing of cuts and scrapes. Harry always gave you a head start, “it’s more fun that way” he’d said, and while you did your best to meander in calculated circles at the start to throw off your scent trail– it never worked.
You’d tried hiding the first time Harry brought you out to the woods, burrowed yourself into a thicket of vine maple and sword ferns. You’d hoped that the wet detritus of leaf litter, pine and petrichor would shield you, but the natural notes of the forest had been no match for Harry’s meticulous nose. The smell of your arousal combined with the unmistakable stench of fear on your skin was just too strong. He’d found you in minutes, snarling in displeasement at your pacified attempt at satisfying his inner wolf before he took you on the forest floor.
Harry’s gruff breaths were growing closer. You could hear the snaps of twigs and brush of bramble not your own from behind. Your legs ached, muscles burning with a fire you still had not grown used to. Each breath was growing more painful and you could feel your body beginning to slow down from exertion. It was only a matter of time before his claws would sink into the plush of your skin and he would take you down.
Stumbling over a tree root, you looked up at the night sky hoping for a glimpse of the moon or a star to guide you but the cloud covering was patchy and ambiguous. Still you carried on, heaving and tumbling through the verdant foliage.
You were pretty sure the small creek that cut through the property was up ahead but everything had started to blend together in the dark and you weren’t quite sure which way to run anymore.
Growing hazy and exhausted your mind began to wander to what Harry had planned for you tonight. Would he bite, scratch and tear your clothes to get to his prize? Would he throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to his house and make you do whatever he said? You couldn’t wait to see what was next and part of you wanted to stop on purpose just to see, but you knew Harry would be displeased you didn’t play his game fairly, so you carried on.
Your surroundings began to grow more recognizable, a small trail between a copse of trees was just up ahead– only discernable by the gap in the blackness the overgrowth created. He wanted you to play fair, you could do that. Instead of taking the path, which is what you presumed he’d assume you’d take, you veered left into a boscage of fern and foam flower.
As you careened through the uncharted forest you began to realize how foolish you were.
The pine trees grew bigger, their canopies towering and obscuring the sliver of moonlight that was illuminating your path. The underbrush was dense, far too much to make out any rocks or roots that you could stumble on underfoot. Your pace slowed as you navigated the dense foliage and you hoped that your conscious movements would carry you through the untamed brush.
Harry had slowed with you, realizing your disadvantage in the foolish decision you’d made to take the path less traveled. He could make out his surroundings clearly in the dark, and you were just a little beacon of light in his eyes, your skin practically glowing in the pale light. He treaded with vigilance behind you, careful of any twig or branch that could snap beneath his weight. And you were none the wiser to his ever creeping presence.
He watched you stumble, holding back a huff of amusement as you steadied yourself against the trunk of a tree. He would wait for the perfect moment, and while that was closing in, he wanted to let you think you were farther from him than you were.
The foliage began to open up, the trees getting further apart, as you approached the trickle of the small creek. You’d tried to avoid reaching the creekbed, the rocky ground did nothing to hide your footsteps and it was always a harsher tumble to take when he inevitably did get his claws in you. Staying close to the ecotone you picked up speed as the terrain was more even, hoping you could grow the distance between you.
That's when you heard the unmistakable crunch of rock underfoot from behind. You’d been so careful to stay on the sodden soil– dampening your footsteps and you knew it was a deliberate move from Harry the second you heard it.
Harry could practically hear your heartbeat spike from where he was. The smell of your skin seemed to grow saccharine with fear and arousal and he couldn’t wait to lick the sweat that had beaded on your skin. You veered back into the brush, away from the riverbed, just like he wanted you to. The direction you were heading would lead to an especially dense thicket, one he was sure you’d lose your footing in.
He didn’t bother refraining the snarl that escaped as he picked up pace behind you. His grunts and growls were untamed, each breath and noise further instilling that he was close and you were his prey.
Branches and leaves snapped against your arms like stinging whips. The dewy ferns brushed along your calves making goosebumps prickle along your skin. His breathing was so close, you swore you could almost feel its warmth. Knowing he was just right behind you had you fighting against clenching your thighs together from the arousal that had been pooling– you were sure your panties were soaked at this point.
One wrong step and you came tumbling down– just like Harry knew you would from the second you stumbled back into the forest. You landed with an oomph, your wrists burning from the impact of your fall, your knees scraping against the prickly duff of the bramble. Harry practically salivated at the sight, already down on the ground and ready to be mounted.
“Got you,” he gruffed as his body collided with your back.
The heat from his body was oppressive as he pawed at your flesh, the points of his claws digging and etching into your skin. Your underwear burned against your skin as he tore the flimsy material from your body. “God, you smell so good,” he growled against your ear as the sticky mess between your thighs became exposed to the cool of the night.
You whimpered as the head of his cock slid between the slickness of your lips. Sometimes you’d fight, thrash against him just to appease Harry’s vision that you were prey, but there was no point in this position– and you were drenched. With the chase having been your foreplay there was no need for Harry to tease or prepare you. He only had one thing in mind– to breed his pretty mate.
His claws dug into the plush of your hips, holding you still as the crown of his cock parted the tightness of your hole with one bludgeoning blow. You whimpered at the force of his penetrating thrust, the depth of him inside of you nearly incomprehensible.
“Shut up and take it like the pretty girl you are,” he snarled as he tangled his hand into the back of your hair, pressing your face into the damp soil below.
He hit your g-spot with a practiced precision that made it so you couldn’t hold back the whimpers and whines that fell from your mouth if you even tried. His hips snapped at a rapid rate, the sound of his pelvis hitting your hips in a rhythmic pattern, and aside from the quiet babble of the creek nearby your pathetic noises were the only sounds to be heard for miles.
A smack echoed in the woods as his large hand came down on the curve of your ass, the points of his claws adding the sting of his slap. “Fuck–,” you groaned through gritted teeth.
Harry growled as you clenched around him, “Fuck, you like that pretty girl, like when I spank that pretty ass of yours?” You mewled at his words, a whimpery, whiney noise that only seemed to add fuel to the fire that blistered beneath his skin– the innate urge to make you his.
You groaned as his hand came down in a swat on your other cheek. He left the heat of his hand on your reddening flesh, the points of his claws digging further than they had before into your already stinging skin.
“Such a filthy- fucking- slut,” he punctuated his words with his thrusts as he began to draw the points of his claws over the curve of your ass and down the dip of your spine. The sensation of his claws in your skin a pleasant distraction from the small cuts and scrapes you were sure covered your body.
His hands slip from the spread of your hips up the curve of your sweatslicked back. Tangling his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck Harry pulled your head up from the sodden forest floor. You could feel the debris of pine needles and moss clinging to the damp of your cheek and forehead but you couldn’t begin to care as Harry pressed his lips against the shell of your ear, “Always take me so fucking good.”
Using the sharp points of his canines Harry nipped and suckled at the delicate plane of your neck, sucking marks along cords of your throat. A low satisfied hum emanated from his ribcage as he tasted the sweat on your skin. His senses keened to the palate of your body and he couldn’t get enough of the tangy notes of adrenaline and fear mixed together with the natural sweetness of your skin.
With your muscles already burning from prior exertion, the bubbling of your orgasm in the ending of your nerves was another reminder of what you endured to get here. Something about being on the receiving end of Harry’s feral and uninhibited ministrations always did you in. Seeing him in his primal glory was undeniably hot– if it weren’t you wouldn’t be here.
Harry could feel you clenching around the thickness of his cock in steady pulses. Steading his grasp around your waist, he held your back firmly to his chest as he continued to fuck up into you. Your tits shook with every jolt of his hips upward, nipples peaking in the chilled air. The noises that clawed up your throat and tumbled from your lips with each thrust became a constant as you neared your peak.
“Gonna come for me pretty girl?” He snarled, his breath hot against the tepid skin behind your ear. “Show the world how pretty you look when you come baby, want every plant and animal in this forest to know who’s making you come.”
His free hand snaked around your front, slipping past the hair that covered your mound to play with your swollen clit. The rough pads of his fingers circled your nub with an inhuman precision that made your mind spiral– each faint nudge and bump of his claws against your most sensitive area a reminder of the beast that was fucking you.
The muscles in your thighs shook as you came with a cry of his name, the wetness of your orgasm seeping down the inside of your thighs and mixing with the detritus of the forest floor. Harry grunted as your orgasm flooded his senses. He loved how you felt gripping his cock and how he could smell the treacle of your arousal interweaving with the scent of pine and petrichor.
“Atta girl,” he snarled through bared teeth. His fangs nipped at the hinge of your jaw, licking at the blood that surfaced against your unmarred skin.
You jellied in Harry’s grasp, your muscles weak and tired from strain and struggle of being hounded by him. He let your body down with solicitude, careful to lower your limbs to the forest floor with ease. You let your arms sprawl lazily against the forest bed, the pine and moss a welcome cushion beneath your flushed cheeks as Harry continued to ravage you from behind.
He smoothed his hand back over the dip of your low-back, admiring the bend and curves of your body, his pretty mate beneath him in the moonlight. “Gonna fuck you so full of my come pretty girl,” he snarled as he anchored his claws back into the plush of your hips.
Harry could tell by your whimpery noises you could give him one more and he began to grunt with every thrust– the idea of coming again with his mate enough to have his own beginning to tingle at the base of his spine.
You began to feel the swell of his knot at your entrance as each thrust of his grew more restrained. The prospects of Harry knotting you, plugging you with his come and keeping you like that had your nerves tingling with the low waves of another orgasm on the horizon.
“Gonna give me another pretty girl,” he huffed, fixing his grasp on your hips to keep you level with him as he began to feel your knees sliding on the slippery pine needles. You could only make pathetic noises in response, mewling little cries and sniffles as he continued to nudge against your sensitive g-spot with every thrust.
Harry wished he could keep you like this forever– at his mercy, your cunt gripping his cock like a vice in the middle of the woods. If he could have it his way he’d keep you his prey forever, hunting you and stuffing you full of his come until the day you were knocked up with his pups. While this might just be a game to satisfy his inner wolf, the thought of you pregnant with his child had him reeling.
You didn’t realize how chilly it was until the sweatslicked skin of his chest met your back as his arm curled around you– holding you tightly. He kissed and nipped at your shoulder blades, gentle enough not to draw blood. You whimpered at the filthy things he muttered against your humid skin, clenching around him with each passing filthy thought, “Gonna look so good stuffed full of my cock, my come, my pups. Greedy little thing y’are, just want all of me don’t you.”
As his knot continued to swell you could feel the tingly beginnings of your orgasm building in your fingertips and toes. You whined a string of pleas as Harry’s fingers snaked back over your belly and mound so he could play with your sensitive clit again. “Give me another sweet thing, let me hear who you belong to.”
It didn’t take much for you to unravel again, your cunt tensing around the swell of his knot– an almost painful intrusion against your tired muscles as you cried his name into the silent night. The wetness of your orgasm shimmered in the moonlight between your parted thighs.
Harry’s breath was rugged as he shuddered above you. Too consumed by his innate drive to mate you, Harry came with his teeth secured into the skin of your shoulder blade– suppressing the animalistic noises that mauled up his throat. His knot swelled, plugging you completely with the warmth of his come buried deep inside of your cunt.
Feeling the weight of his body, the thick of his knot, and the bite of his teeth in your skin filled you with a near overwhelming sense of pride. You were his mate, his and only his and that notion had you fluttering with a flood of affection for the man collapsed atop you.
“Did so good f’me, pretty girl,” he cooed as he licked at the small bites and indentations of his teeth along your back. “My pretty, pretty mate.”
His touch was tender as he carefully rolled the two of you on to your sides. You winced with the movement, his cock and knot still stuffed deep inside your aching cunt. His touches were gentle though, as he held you, licking and kissing at the scrapes and scratches that adorned your arms and shoulders, brushing the dirt that dotted your cheekbones and nose. You were sure you’d be covered in marks come morning and already you were mentally preparing to alleviate the guilt Harry would have in the morning over the state of your body. It was all worth it at the end of the day to see Harry in his most unbridled and primitive form– to be able to share that with him was truly one of the greatest gifts.
it's all hallow's eve and y/n shouldn't be in the woods.
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tw: there is a large section describing some scary animal (wolf) stuff w descriptions of blood and the breaking of bones! everything turns out the wya it should tho don't worry!
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With every step, the brush under (Y/N)'s feet crackled. Twigs snapped and leaves crunched under her weight, the loudest noises that could be heard in the forest. The hoots of owls nearby and howls of wolves far off bounced amongst the trees.
Taking in a deep breath of the crisp air, she readjusted her grip on her skirts as she stepped around a puddle. Every exhale came out in a cool cloud. The basket bouncing against her hip was going to leave a bruise, she was sure.
Truly, (Y/N) was regretting taking on the responsibility of this trip. Her cousin—and her mother for sending her off, actually—owed her more than just the few loaves of bread she was running to pick up. Especially since Katrina apparently was only available tonight, and was unwilling to make the trip herself despite being in town earlier in the afternoon, anyway. That was (Y/N)'s cousin, though; eccentric and impulsive.
Just because no one had claimed this land on the outskirts of town, and she had the kind of money to keep everyone's mouths shut if they had any opposition, didn't mean that it was the best idea. Especially so, when it meant that Katrina was tucked away in-between the trunks of trees and craggy brush.
But, (Y/N) supposed that was the price of enjoying time by herself. No husband needed when she had her peace and quiet, Katrina had said.
A chilled breeze swept across her form, goosebumps lighting over her skin, the texture hightlighted under the rays of the full moon. Yeah, (Y/N) thought as she tightened her shawl around her shoulders, there better be more than a couple of loaves of bread involved in this trip. She didn't care if Katrina enjoyed her peace and quiet, not when she was cold and missing out on the town's festivities for the night.
All Hallow's Eve was one of (Y/N)'s favorite nights of the year. It was the one night that she enjoyed staying out under the moonlight, and actually found joy in the idea of being scared. The last place she wanted to be on a night like tonight, was trudging through the woods on her way to her cousin's home.
This was one of (Y/N)'s least favorite routes on a regular day, even among the morning hours, let alone doing this in the evening with only the moon to keep her company. The forest around her sang, filling the silence of her trek.
Though she would never accept the title, she knew she was a bit of a scaredy cat, as Katrina had so lovingly put it when they were children. She avoided focusing on it to keep her wits about her, but the journey was beginning to send an eerie feeling up her spine.
With every crunching footstep, she swore there were eyes pinned to her. Every brush of her shawl over her bare skin was suddenly an insect crawling into her pores, every hair falling into her face was saliva dripping from an open maw above her head, every chirping animal was a deviant spying on her from the shadows. Shadows were elongated with the help of the moon. Naked tree branches now looked like spindly fingers reaching out to grab her and take her into the earth with them. The smallest creatures skittering over the brush were now out to snatch her away, taking her to their master where she would be nothing more than a banquet table of food.
This was most definitely not the way she wanted to spend her All Hallow's Eve. The only fun scares were the ones in town square, where the masks of witches and ghosts were strung around, and costumes were nothing more than a dressing game from those that she knew wouldn't hurt even a fly. Not this kind of chilling fear. Not the moments she had to convince herself were only in her head.
But, truly, (Y/N) knew they were only in her head. There wasn't any deviant in the woods around Katrina's home, let along a monster with rows of teeth or blinking eyes on the moon. It was just her and the critters that could survive the shift of seasons out here.
She just better be getting more than a couple of loaves of bread for this.
Tightening the knitted shawl around her body, she pushed on. Katrina's cabin couldn't be that far.
(Y/N) all but jumped out of her skin when she heard a loud crunch. She swore the sound came from behind her instead of underneath her feet like the moments before. Her steps faltered. Everything inside her wanted to turn around, to prove that it was nothing more than an animal running passed instead of the ghoul she had conjured up. But, just as badly as she wanted to know, she wanted to run away and sprint to Katrina.
Steeling herself, (Y/N) surged onward. It was really just an animal. She would know if someone was following her. She would have heard something before this. No one could be that quiet.
Maybe.
She only made it a few yards further before a rustling of dead leaves sounded. Much closer behind her than before.
On instinct, she whipped her head over her shoulder.
Nothing but the bony trees. Shadows pulled thin under the bright moonlight didn't allow for many hiding places. Nothing and no one was to be seen.
Her heart hammered in her chest, climbing up to the base of her throat as she forced herself to move on. Sweat beaded on the back of her neck, pasting the thin strands of hair there to her clammy skin. Katrina was going to tease her if she didn't get herself in check; she couldn't walk up having this look of fright on her face.
With her pace quickened, (Y/N) moved on. The basket hanging from the crook of her elbow bounced against her hip with every hastened step. Twigs snapped and leaves crunched under her feet, the soft rush of the earth being disturbed under the heel of her boots padded each of her steps.
She needed to go faster, she urged herself. The faster she made this trade, the faster she made it home, and the faster she was home, the sooner she could join in on the All Hallow's Eve traditions. If she was lucky, Harry Styles might still even be out with his niece and she'll finally have a chance to talk to him and let him know she exists an—
A threatening growl reverberated through the trees.
A sharp yip fell from (Y/N)'s lips, her lungs squeezed free of air. Despite the cool air around her, she could feel her skin beginning to simmer in fear. Her heart pumped as if in her last moments.
What was it her mother said? When confronted by an animal, was she to be the bigger, scarier entity? Or was she supposed to lie still and hope they went away? Wait, was she supposed to run and hope they didn't give chase?
Parts of her began to grow numb, a light tingle appearing in the tips of her fingers as she dared to look at her stalker.
(Y/N)'s list of fears was long and winding, the kind that had the top spot constantly under fire as new worries were added. In that moment, she couldn't be sure what she was most afraid of seeing when she turned around, only that the not knowing wasn't an option.
Taking in a deep breath and holding as still as possible, she made the smallest movement to peer over her shoulder.
Her heart caught in her throat. Though she couldn't see all of it, the beast wasn't something that could be ignored. Not with the way its paws dug deeply into the earth, it's stance spanning as wide as the width of her shoulders. The fur grew in an array of shades of grey, thick and course. In the right light, he looked like nothing more than a shadow, the illusion only broken by the reflection of his black eyes. As much as she saw the heavy breaths the beast exhaled, she could hear it just as well as he drew closer.
A root snapped under its huge paw, like a bone crunching. The sound had her skin erupting into goosebumps, (Y/N) unable to stop herself from jumping in her spot. The basket hanging from her elbow bumped against the trunk of the tree at her side.
The wolf wasn't pleased by her sudden movement, opening its maw and breathing out a gravelly growl. Its teeth were sharp, incisors coming to a point with the express purpose of ripping and tearing meat from the bone. Saliva gleamed over the teeth, dripping onto the soil at its feet.
It took another step closer to her. (Y/N) trapped herself with her back to the trunk of the tree.
Rushes of blood roared through her ears. She couldn't tell if the black touching the corners of her vision were the result of a stray cloud drifting over the moon, or the fact that she could be looking death in the eye as it stalked towards her.
All for a couple of bread loaves. From Katrina.
At that moment, (Y/N) felt a spark sink into her stomach. It was surprisingly offensive to think that her death would come on the journey to Katrina's cabin. That was far from fair.
In what she was sure she would later think of as a stupid move (if she made it long enough to have a later anyway), she dug the toes of her boots into the earth, waiting just long enough to feel one more beat of her heart against her ribs. Then, she took off.
(Y/N) had to hope this was the lifetime that would allow her to possess the speed to outrun a hellish wolf. Meandering through the trunks of spindly trees, she attempted to cut him off as best as possible, even if the pounding of the beast's feet sounded heavy and close behind her.
She was going to make it, she told herself. Just keep running. Get to Katrina. Get to the edge of the woods. Scream, let anyone else know what was happening. Maybe a hunter was out here—a stupid one for being out so late, but who was she to criticize. She was going to make it, and liv—
A jutting root caught on the tip of her boot. (Y/N) swore the world moved in slow motion as she fell.
The clouds above stopped. The moon dimmed. The leaves under her turned crystalline.
This was it.
Her chin hit the damp earth first, her jaw clamping shut. Her hands stung as she attempted to catch herself, sticks and rocks embedding into her skin. The basket in her arms was crushed under her weight.
This was it.
Hopefully, someone would deliver the bread loaves to her mother instead. Hopefully, someone would find her.
A deafening growl sounded through the forest. Tears filled her closed eyes.
This was it.
Until it wasn't.
The growl had been cut short, killed with a vibrating slam against the forest floor. The static feeling someone looming behind her vanished. Despite the lack of heavy, hot breath fanning across her back, she didn't move. She couldn't trust the sudden change in the air. Her bones stayed stiff as he continued to brace herself against the forest floor.
Another growl rang through the forest. This one was decidedly different than what she had heard while being stalked.
There was another beast. That much she could be sure of.
(Y/N) couldn't decide if it was scarier to not know what was behind her, or to see exactly what the end of her life was going to look like.
When a duo of gravely barks reverberated behind her, the decision was made for her on instinct. Though her gaze was blurry thanks to the tears filling her eyes, she was able to make out the pair of wolves looming behind her.
But neither of them were looking at her.
Roots and brush dug into her back as she rolled to her back. Neither of them appeared to notice the movement of the prey before them, supernatural eyes pinned on one another. While the initial beast's eyes were reflections of moonlight, colored a primal yellow, the newcomer had emerald crescents at its irises.
This new one was also bigger and broader. (Y/N) had thought the yellow-eyes wolf was large and scary enough, this new one was in a league of its own. She shuddered to think just how easy it would be for this one to swallow her whole.
Despite how large the emerald-eyed creature was, it was decidedly sleeker than the other. There wasn't anything course and tufting in its brown coat. Sharpened teeth, though just as menacing, lacked the chips and discoloration the other had. It looked less... feral compared to the other; desperate for a chase.
The emerald-eyed one stepped close to the beast, growling and baring its teeth in intimidation. The rigid posture kept its maw wide over the yellow-eyed one's head, dripping with saliva. A throat growl vibrating from its massive chest.
(Y/N) almost cringed when she saw the stalking beast refuse to back down despite the size difference presented with the emerald-eyed competitor. She was far from being a meal worthy for death.
Neither refused to back down, but at least they didn't spare even a single look in her direction. Now was the time to flee, get away from there and to Katrina before another nasty foe caught wind.
She didn't think before she scrambled to her feet and ran. She had to hope that the competition presented by the two wolves would allow enough cover to get her safely away.
Every hope of that was dashed when it only took a handful of moments before pounding footsteps sounded behind her. At least she had a head start.
The world around her was directionless as she attempted make sense of the trees she should be much more familiar with. She just needed to get away, as far as she was concerned. If she was able to make it to Katrina, even better.
Sweat slipped down her back, her shawl hanging from her shoulder. Branches caught on her dress. Roots attempted to trip her. The cold air didn't want to work with her lungs, every breath feeling that much more stilted. All while being pursued by animals that shouldn't exist—not like this.
Just as she swore she saw the backside of Katrina's cottage, between large trunks and spindly branches, one of the two beasts skidded in front of her. She hadn't heard the change in direction, but there were still footsteps sounding behind her.
(Y/N) was forced to stop, keeping herself from bashing into the chest of one of the wolves. But that kept her stationary just for the other to close in behind her.
She wasn't sure when, but tears slipped down her cheeks. The moisture stung the cuts on the planes of her face, searingly hot against her chilled skin.
There was no way out this time.
Especially not when the beast in front of her, the one with glinting green eyes, started charging towards her.
Pressing in on herself, (Y/N) fell to the floor. It was a fruitless attempt, she was sure, but she curled her arms around her head, rolling into a ball between the brush and roots. There was a chance, however small, that she may be harder to eat and swallow like this.
At her back, the pounding paws were louder across the forest floor. It was there, just behind her.
She wondered if she could feel each bite as her flesh was torn from her bones, or if she would die before then.
Peeking between her curled arms, (Y/N) saw the emerald-eyed beast close in on her. His maw was open wide, a menacing growl sounding through the forest.
Just as she expected to feel the last dredges of the cold air and every piece of her body connected to one another, the beast leapt. Right over her head. And onto the wolf at her back.
Crunches that sound did a lot like broken tree branches rang through her head. But, (Y/N) knew, she wasn't sure how, that those cracks weren't from the forest. That was the snap of bones. She was sure.
Whimpers were now interspersed with the gravely growls, pitches and devastating. Cracks and crunches tore the rhythm apart.
One of them was dying behind her.
(Y/N) couldn't look. She didn't want to see what kind of carnage was taking place behind her. All she knew was that the silence that shortly followed a particularly screeching whine was the sign of an ended fight. The elimination of competition—and her only safety in the form of distraction.
Along with the blood pudding around her boots.
Her body felt faint, her head too heavy for her neck. She was out of chances.
It was then that she hoped she actually wasn't that close to Katrina's cabin. She didn't want her cousin to wake to a sight like this.
A humid puff of air fanned across the back of (Y/N)'s neck, moving the baby hairs pasted to the nape. A quiet whimper tore from her throat, eyes stinging with more tears.
Take her throat first, she wanted to beg. Kill her quickly.
Instead of the hot slice of teeth through her flesh, she felt the nudge of a wet nose against her neck. A chuff sounding.
(Y/N) sat still. Blood began to creep up the hem of her dress, sticking to her ankles.
Another small chuff. A whine so broken and breathy. A whoosh of air bloomed at her side.
Forcing herself to peel her head up, she saw the brown wolf, green-eyed and sleek, laying at her side. It looked up at her with bright eyes, something knowing flashing through them. Despite its large frame and bloody maw, it looked almost pathetic with its puppy-dog eyes and crossed paws.
The beast had saved her. Unless this was an advanced species, having adapted a wolfy version of manipulation, this beast had saved her and wanted her to... live.
She blinked at the beat. Still with a beating heart in her chest and each of her limbs attached to her body.
This wasn't it. The beast before her wasn't her death.
A savior, more like it.
The pressure in her body came to a head, her ribs seemingly collapsing as sobs wracked her body.
(Y/N) reached towards her savior, fingers skating through its bloody fur. Warmth seeped into her fingers at the touch, drawing her that much closer before practically falling into the beast.
The wolf reacted only in small scoots of its body coming closer, sharing it's warmth and comfort with her. Quiet chuffs sounded as it nosed at her neck.
"You saved me," she whispered, the words watery and thin. "Y-You saved me."
Though she would have normally scoffed at the idea of any part of this animal being knowing or intelligent, what she had seen tonight had showed her that there was nothing ordinary about this beast. She believed he knew what she was talking about when it cuddled closer to her, giving a small yip before its rough tongue tentatively licked over her neck.
Not even a flinch was given at the contact.
The beast had saved her and was now sharing its warmth with her. It was comforting her as if language was irrelevant when it came to communication.
(Y/N) wasn't sure how long she stayed wrapped around this creature, only that the chill had seeped from her body but her bones were incredibly stiff when she finally unfurled. Her tears had ran dry like the blood seeping from her injuries.
The green eyes of the beast matched her own gaze, large and round as it took her in. It nosed at her chin, a chuff fanning over her skin.
"My—" she cut herself off to clear her throat from the croaky state of her voice, "My cousin, she lives over here. I-I need to go to her." The loaves of bread were at the absolute bottom of her list, but a warm home was at the top. "W-Will you... stay?"
In the back of her head, (Y/N) wanted to be concerned about the state of her sanity. But she knew, deep in the pit of her stomach, that this creature understood her. He knew what she was saying, what she was asking.
Especially when it stood to its full height, head bobbing as if in a nod.
The beast allowed her to grab his scruff to steady her as she stood to her feet. Every bone in her body suddenly became aware of how hard she had pushed herself to stay alive. Aches and bruises bloomed over her body. She stumbled, only for the wolf to sidle up to her, giving more support.
"Sorry," she murmured, keeping her grip tight on the wolf as they started towards Katrina's cabin.
Standing side by side, (Y/N) was hyperaware of just how large this creature was. The tufts of its ears peeked over her own head, leaving her at eye level with the beast. Her gait was stilted, but the wolf stayed at her side, though she was sure it could cover miles in less time than it would take her to move yards away. She could feel the probing gaze it gave her with each step, a primal feeling of concern bubbling behind its eyes.
Katrina's cabin came into view, a kind of relief flooding her system that had her heart cracking. She could have fallen to her knees, thanking whatever deity it was that had kept her in its sights this evening. Though, she figured she knew well which one she needed to start with.
"Thank you," she murmured, a sad smile touching the corner of her lips as she looked to her creature. She slowed to a stop at the backside of Katrina's cottage, her kitchen window in view, complete with warm amber lighting seeping into the forest. A beacon.
The beast butted its head against her shoulder.
"You saved me," she repeated, visibly drooping. If not for the grip she had on his neck, she was sure she would have fallen. "Thank you."
Another chuff. Another affectionate head-butt against her arm.
The beast tipped its head just so, meeting her eyes under the pale moonlight.
Emerald irises glimmered. So human, with understanding floating through them.
As well as something far more familiar than should be seen in an animal.
(Y/N) was well aware of just how deeply traumatizing this trek had become, but she refused to think it a crack in her sanity when she swore that the beasts eyes were ones she had seen before. A green so unique and enthralling.
A green she had only ever seen in the gaze of Harry Styles.
The mayor's son. The shy man who had plucked (Y/N)'s attention every time he walked into the room, even if he didn't even know she existed.
The eyes of a human man.
Maybe she was cracking already.
She tipped her head just so, the wolf's eyes following the movement.
"You... Your eyes...They—"
(Y/N) was suddenly cut off at the clattering sound of Katrina's dingy door behind pushed open.
"(Y/N)? Is that you?! You were supposed to be here hours ago!"
Whipping her gaze to where Katrina was rounding the front of her home, peering around the porch and right to where she was standing.
Right next to the wol—
A branch snapped in the forest. Moonlight glinted off a slick, blood-matted fur. The creature was gone, disappearing into the forest. Only the ghost of its warmth remained.
"Oh, lord—(Y/N)! What happened?! Are you okay?"
Katrina raced towards her. No wolf was to be seen, no large creature that had saved her.
"The w-wolf," she muttered, voice broken like the skin of her lips, "He—Katrina—"
"What wolf?" her cousin asked, approaching (Y/N) with concerned eyes and worried features, "(Y/N), you're bleeding. What happened?!"
"There... There were two wolves," she muttered, distractedly looking to her cousin, "One of them... It saved me."
Katrina pinned her bottom lip between her teeth. Gentle hands landed on (Y/N)'s biceps.
"Let's get you inside. You need to warm up, and then we can talk about everything. Okay?"
(Y/N) didn't remember agreeing to the proposition, but she knew she made it inside the cottage. That was where, beside the fire, she had to wonder if what she had seen—the wolves, the glimmering eyes, the supernatural size and strength of the creatures—was even real.
If she really had seen the eyes of Harry Styles in the sockets of a deadly beast.
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"You are never going out like that again, (Y/N). Katrina isn't even that talented at baking!"
(Y/N) cracked a smile at her mother's fretting. It had been this way all morning after Katrina had escorted her home. (As well as three loaves of bread and every pastry left to spare).
"I won't, mother," (Y/N) vowed, just the same as she had the first dozen times her mother had made the same declaration.
"Two wolves," she muttered, flying back to the kitchen to stir the soup simmering on the stove, "I cannot believe that kind of evil—so close! This town..."
More angered mutterings sounded from the kitchen, but were cut off at the sound of a knock at the door. Before she could move a single inch from where she had been stationed on the couch,(Y/N)'s mother shouted that she would grab the door—do not move!
She watched as her moth pulled open the door, the guest being shielded from (Y/N)'s view. But she heard the voice.
One that caused her heart to spike. Today, for a slightly different reason than the usual.
Harry Styles was here.
"Oh, thank you, Harry! She is going to love this, thank you."
A rumbling tone sounded around her mother. (Y/N)'s name tossed in the mixed.
"She's still very fragile, but you may come in and speak to her if you'd like."
(Y/N)'s spine straightened. The sound of floorboards creaking under foreign weight filled her small home. Harry's head peeked over her mother's, complete with waving curls, a rich brown. The kind that would have gleamed so prettily under a clear, moonlit night.
Harry's eyes met her as her mother escorted him inside.
Green.
Unique and enthralling.
A soft smile bloomed over his lips. "Hello," he greeted her, (Y/N)'s mother disappearing into the kitchen. "How are you feeling?"
"I am alright," (Y/N) nodded, attempting to sit up before Harry urged her to stay just where she was.
"No, don't move. You are alright hurt enough," he muttered, coming to crouch at the side of the chaise. Concern floated in his eyes—the kind of concern that (Y/N) almost wanted to place as guilt.
"I really am alright. I look worse than I feel," she attempted to joke, though it fell flat when Harry only trapped his bottom lip between his teeth.
A familiar circuit was run over the planes of her face, taking stock of every slight injury.
Just like the emerald-eyed wolf.
"I gave it to your mother, but my family put a few things together for your recovery. I hope they're able to bring you some comfort." He dropped his gaze from hers. "I cannot imagine going through what you did. You are incredibly brave."
A warmth bubbled along her skin. At least that part was still normal—she was not immune to a dimple and pretty hair.
"I wouldn't call myself brave, but I appreciate your words," she muttered, a bit sheepish at his praise, "All I did was run."
"Sometimes, that is the smartest move to make," Harry murmured, a lopsided smile on his strawberry-hued mouth. "I am just glad you are alright. I've been worried sick since I heard the news."
Her heart caught in her throat. He knew she existed—enough to worry about her well-being.
"I am," he started, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, "so happy to see you. Please call on me if you need anything to help your recovery—anything at all."
"Um, I-I can do that."
The dimpled smile that bloomed over his face was enough to have her throat clogged and lungs stilted. With a face this pretty, it was increasingly harder to find the similarities between the man before her and the blood-matted wolf in the woods.
"If it's alright with you," Harry started, voice dropping a tone lower as if sharing a secret, "I would like to request that if you ever need to make that trek again, that someone accompany you. Myself, included."
(Y/N) didn't have to think before she was nodding her head. "I can do that."
"Thank you," he smiled, a breathy laugh floating through his voice, "I am unable to stay long today, but I would like to check in on you this week. If that's alright with you."
Tempering her reaction as much as she could, (Y/N) only gave a demure nod as Harry stood to the full of his height. "I don't have much else going on, but I suppose I can fit you into my schedule."
Her tease was enough to draw a laugh from him. An achievement, as far as she was concerned.
"I will see you tomorrow, then? If you're not already occupied," he played along, edging towards the open door. "And, please,"—he paused, the intensity of his gaze sitting squarely on her—"if you see another wolf with those yellow-eyes, tell me. Those seem to be more dangerous than the others."
The next moments passed in a haze. She was sure Harry said goodbye to her mother and made plans for the following day. She was sure her mother praised Harry's kindness, talking him up to (Y/N) as if she didn't already know. She was sure her heart continued beating and her lungs continued filling.
She was sure the world continued on, even when her mind stood still.
(Y/N) hadn't told anyone about the yellow eyes.
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He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing.
At Silver Wolf Preserve National Forest, hikers and day visitors are warned to stay on the marked trails. This huge oasis of natural wilderness is like a dream come true for Y/N, the newest stationed forest range officer. A trained survivalist, she can identify species of birds, reptiles, mammals, and plants from sight alone. She knows how to build a fire, climb a tree, make a shelter from only what the forest can provide, and forage for food. As much confidence as she has in herself, she knows the forest, mountains, and wildlife are due respect.
That's why when she hears a cry of distress from what appears to be a stray pup, she ignores the procedure and heads out to inspect in off limits territory without wasting valuable time to call in reinforcement, suspecting poachers.
What she stumbles upon instead unveils an unexplored depth of the forest under the full moon, one she never would've imagined.
A/N: This fic is co-written by @fkinavocado & @gurugirl, hence @avocadoguru. Make sure to follow us both here and on wattpad as to be notified for updates!
Warnings & themes: 18+ (please NO minors!!!), smut, werewolf x human reader, slow burn, angst, violence, alternate universe (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)
YN lets out a pained cough as she breathes in the hot, sticky atmosphere of the crowded living room that her and her boyfriend have just entered. The smell of weed and alcohol hits the back of her throat with the first inhale the second her foot crosses the threshold. She can feel her boyfriend’s warm hand on her waist as he keeps her close to him, guiding the two of them through the disarray of bodies that fill the decently sized room. Looking around, YN can see all heads turn to eye them for a split second before the ending away, whispering to the people around them. Soon enough, the house is quiet save for the sound of “Get Into It (Yuh)” by Doja Cat.
A slight grimace decorates her face, and a dimpled smile adorns his as they get deeper into the house. Harry used to this atmosphere, and YN is the exact opposite. She never went to parties unless it was for family, and the only time she drank is when she was alone or with just her and Harry. The pair makes their way over to the couch that is overflowing with bodies, some people on the cushions and others resting on the back. With one look at Harry, they get the message loud and clear just from the look in his eyes. Instantly, group dissipates to give the couple room to sit comfortably. YN is both equally impressed and scared, wondering what Harry did to gain the kind of reputation he has with his pack members. With just a single look, Harry managed to assert his dominance, no words spoken.
Harry gives all of them one last intense stare before he turns to YN and gives her a bright, dimpled smile, motioning to the now empty couch for her to take a seat. She smiles in thanks and sits down, placing her handbag on her lap as he sits as well, throwing his arm onto the back of the couch, resting behind her head. The two sit there for a while as various people come by and say hello, introducing themselves to YN and greeting their pack leader, making sure they don’t get to close to his lover. Harry doesn’t take his eyes off of any of them, watching each individual like a hawk. A deep growl is bubbling in his chest when -, one of the inferior alphas in the pack, gets a bit too close to her, a threatening glint in his eyes as he broadens his shoulders and prepares to attack. Luckily, the man steps away in fear, and YN takes the opportunity to rub at Harry’s hand, calming him down.
The defensive man finally relaxes into the couch at her touch, a sigh leaving his soft lips. The two sit and relax there, watching the party happen and having their own little conversations. About ten minutes in, one of Harry’s men ends up bringing them two red solo cups filled with clear alcohol, and Harry uses his strong nose to sniff it despite his trust for the other man. When he smells nothing but alcohol in their cups, he passes one to YN for her to sip on as they continue to talk. Sometime when they were talking, Harry had placed his free, ringed hand on YN’s thigh without her noticing, and it was gradually going further and further under her skirt throughout the conversation. YN only notices his intent when he reaches her inner thigh, very close to her vagina. She relaxes into the couch as she realizes that Harry is falling right into her trap.
“Where the fuck are your panties?” he grits out, directly next to her ear as he darts his eyes up to her face. He immediately takes in the smug smile on her face, realizing her plan all along. “Oh, I see. You want t’get punished tonight, hm?” he whispers against the shell of her ear before biting down gently, continuing. “I don’t think you’d like my punishments tonight,” he finishes, satisfied with the way her body tenses up at the plural term. The party is awfully quiet, each wolf straining their ears to hear what the couple is speaking about. Some faces are red, eyes on their shoes, while others are listening shamelessly, stopping their actions to hear.
“Do you know who you’re fucking with? Or should I remind you? Think m’gonna. Right here in front of everyone,” he spits, trailing his right hand up her thigh once more. A smirk forms on his face as he sees her right hand that is holding her beverage start to shake slightly, nerves entering her body at his words. “Spread y’legs a bit” he murmurs, and she does so immediately, giving him access to her wet center.
His fingers instantly take purchase on her throbbing clit, a small mewl leaving her parted lips as he rubs directly over the head. Warm Wetness is dripping from her vagina and into her skirt, her hips bucking up into his hand. The second he picks up speed, she moans under her breath, the feeling making her entire body tingle. He keeps his fingers on her clit, not stopping his ministrations as her orgasm builds rather quickly. Just as she gets close to the edge, her legs shaking slightly around his hand, he pulls his fingers away and laughs darkly as he hears her cry out in frustration before turning and burying her face into his shoulder.
The two of them know that every single person in the room can smell her arousal, but are trying their hardest to ignore it. They all know that if they even look at YN the wrong way, Harry won’t hesitate to end their lives. The rest of the partygoers continue dancing to the music awkwardly, talking and drinking as they try their hardest to ignore the situation happening in the dead center of the party. Tears are welling in her eyes in frustration, her orgasm quickly fading away. Harry, not being able to let her be, decides to tease her a bit.
“Need me to fuck you, hm? Just say the word and I’ll end this party right now so I can fuck you real good. How does that sound, Puppy?” he asks, stroking up and down her thigh with his wet hand. Despite the fact that it isn’t his home, he obviously has the power to end it just for her, and that has her cunt clenching around nothing as she nods furiously into his shoulder.
“Yeah?” he coos, a condescending undertone to his words. YN nods against his shoulder with a whimper, making him smile in victory. She pulls away for just a moment to speak into his ear, her voice desperate and breathy. “Please, Alpha. Need it so bad,” she whines, burying her face into his shoulder once more. He chuckles at her desperation, his cock leaking even more at the compelling smell of her thick arousal in the air. It makes the small room feel even more compact, and he’s instantly growling out his command for everyone to leave, every single alpha, beta, and omega leaving the house in a hurry, wanting their lives to be spared.
Once the room is empty save for the two of them, Harry lifts her skirt and pulls her over to straddle his thigh, pressing her bare cunt against the thick muscle. She gasps as she feels the rough material of his pants against her clit. He barely gives her time to adjust before he’s placing both hands on her hips, helping to move her sopping cunt along his thigh. She nearly falls over at the feeling in her sensitive clit, a broken moan leaving her lips.
“Feel good, baby?” he coos, YN nodding quickly as he works her along him. “Soaking my pants, honey. So fucking wet for me, hm?” he teases, and she doesn’t even have the energy to make a rebuttal, letting him help her cum. Moans are leaving her lips as another orgasm builds, and she can only let it happen, hoping he’ll let her cum this time.
“Gonna cum,” she whispers, her breath catching in her throat as he cunt literally quivers against his thigh, and he’s immediately holding her onto him firmly, stopping her movements. She’s instantly tearing up again, falling into his chest and babbling wordlessly as her orgasm fades away once more. Harry removes a hand from her hip and places it onto her back, rubbing up and down gently as he knows he’s being really mean.
“What do you need, baby?” he asks her, hearing her whine. “Use y’words, Puppy. Can’t understand what you need when you’re all dumb for me. Haven’t even given you m’cock yet and you can’t even use your words. Do I really have that effect on you?” he teases, watching her get all shy and embarrassed. “No need to be ashamed, Lovie. Just tell me what y’need, pup,” he tuts, grabbing her chin gently to coax her into making eye contact with him.
“Need you deep inside me, please. Need to feel you, for you to make me cum. I’ll be such a good girl for you I swear,” she whines, nuzzling into his grip. He hums in satisfaction, looking into her glossy eyes, sensing how bad she needs it. He needs it too, so he decides to put the both of them out of their misery.
“Alright, baby. Ass up” he says, landing one last smack on her sore ass cheek to get her going. She’s instantaneously scrambling to prop up onto the back of the couch, Harry kneels in order to slide behind her. “Ready for me?” he asks, gripping the base of his thick cock, preparing her for him.
She nods and lets out a whimper as she feels his weepy tip swipe through her swollen folds, mewling for him to get into her. He decides to end her suffering, sliding in her tight opening inch by inch, her walls stretching to accommodate him. The both of them groan out into the thick air of the room, and a slight squelching can be heard as he slides into her, bottoming out. Her eyes flutter closed as she feels every vein on his cock against her velvety walls, the slight sting of him stretching her out making her whimper.
Harry stays that way for a while, his hips flush to hers as he relishes in the feeling of her warm, wet walls around his shaft. She feels so fucking good he doesn’t know how long he’ll last before he’s exploding into her. The second he feels like he won’t explode with one thrust, he pulls out until his tip is resting at her entrance before pushing all the way back into her, sliding against her g-spot. She’s moaning into the arm of the couch, tears building in her eyes as she takes in every ounce of pleasure he’s giving her.
“How’s it feeling, Puppy?” he asks over her whines, a smile on his face when she physically can’t answer. “Is that deep enough for you? Feel me deep in y’tummy?” he coos, his cock twitching when she nods and presses her ass against his hips. “So fucking good around me, baby” he moans, still fucking her slow and deep.
He pulls out once more before slamming into her harder, a surprised yelp leaving her lips at the change. “Fuck!” she exclaims against the fabric, her hands fisting the cushions. She’s nearly ripping the cushions with her nails, gripping onto them tightly as he drills into her perfectly. Harry is literally so deep inside her, filling her to the brim as he stuffs every inch of his cock inside with each thrust. She’s so full of him she can barely breathe, gasping for air with each and every plunge. He can feel her starting to clench already, her past orgasms coming back at full speed.
“Y’gonna cum, m’love? Hm? Gonna soak m’cock before I let you rest?” he pants, rubbing up and down her back as her entire body locks up, her orgasm moments away. She nods into the cushions once more, biting down on the fabric as she holds back until she has permission. “Okay, Puppy. Cum for me, cum for your alpha like a good little pup” he coos, and no more than five seconds later, she’s cumming all over his cock with a shout, a thick layer of cream covering the base of him.
He doesn’t stop fucking her, riding out her orgasm. With each thrust, he feels more and more of her cream coat him, leaving his lower belly sticky with her orgasm. He fucks her until her body goes limp against the couch before pulling out slowly and making his way around to where her head is, her body twitching with the aftershocks. He rubs a hand over her head, watching her relax into it.
“Can you go again or should I just clean y’up?” he rasps, despite his throbbing cock still needing stimulation. She says nothing, propping herself up and leaning forward to take his cock into her mouth, suckling on the angry head of it. A groan is bubbling from deep in his chest and he’s trying to refrain from bucking into her mouth. He’s instantly sent over the edge when YN takes all of him into her mouth and down into her throat, his head thrown back and his mouth dropped open in a silent scream. She sucks him dry, cleaning every last drop of cum from his cock as his legs shake in overstimulation.
Whining, he pulls away from her and makes eye contact. “You didn’t have to do that, baby” he pants. “Was just gonna clean you up” he says, rubbing over her head gently. She just shakes her head, a yawn leaving her lips.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, I know. Just get over here and cuddle me. M’tired,” she whispers, reaching up to pull him toward her. He chuckles at his perfect girlfriend, lying down on the couch before flattening her onto him, wrapping his arms around her. The two fall asleep within a few minutes, right there in the center of the room.
Moving out was a hard task and harder than that was finding a place to live.
You thought packing your bags and moving out of your parents' house after one bad fight was some kind of badass move, but it came to bite you in the ass.
You were living in your best friend's apartment, but she herself was moving in with her boyfriend, and the apartment was already bought by the next owners, and you only had two days left.
Most of the places you saw were either too expensive, too shady, or too far from your shop.
Losing all hope, you sat down on the bench in the park and ate your burrito. Tears of frustration and anger were pricking in your eyes when a piece of paper flew straight on your face and stuck to it.
You removed it from your face groaning. The first thing you saw was 'housemate needed' in bold letters, and like fate pulling you in, you walked straight to the address, forgetting all about your burrito.
*****
Harry was in desperate need of a roommate. Someone would think being who he is, he wouldn't have to worry about bills and shit but it was a modern world, even his dad had to go to work.
His work pay wasn't cutting it, though. He was struggling to pay his bills and still have some money left for food and stuff or in his savings. Then Niall suggested getting a roommate like he did. The idea would have been great if he was a normal human being, but he wasn't. He was a walking danger.
A blaring warning signal on legs was who he was.
His house was beautiful if he said so himself. It was a decent size, two rooms, and a bathroom with an open kitchen-living room plan. Most of the walls decorated with pastels. Living room walls were baby blue but a specific shade he loved with loads of plants.
No one wanted to live near the forest, which was the problem. His house of near forest (for obvious reasons) and most of the people living there were either like him or old people who just wanted to live off their days in peace.
He had just plopped himself down on his couch when the bell rang. He stood up straight, something about whoever it was on the door made his senses perk up. He fixed his jeans and patchwork cardigan he made himself. Harry walked towards the door, the unknown feeling growing and growing.
He calmed and took a deep breath before opening the door. But when he did, he forgot how to breathe. There you were in a cute little yellow sundress with black boots and the biggest smile showing your dimple on the left cheek.
"Hi" You said like a bird in some disney movie. You looked like a disney character with big almost animated looking eyes, curly hair tied up in a half up do.
"Hi" He mumbled shyly and welcomed you in. He wasn't very outgoing but in front of you he felt different. It was like he was a teenager again interacting with crush for the first time.
He really hoped you would agree to live here cause he didn't know if he could let you go.
"I saw the ad for a housemate? I honestly didn't know flyers were still a thing you know cause of Craigslist and stuff. " You laughed lightly while Harry's face went red.
"My friend suggested I should get another person here cause of expenses, and I'm not good with the internet, so I did what I knew," He said, feeling a bit embarrassed. He grew up different from the others, and he also didn't like social media, to be honest.
He was basically a grandma in 25 years old boy's body, as Niall says.
"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that." Your eyes widened, thinking you had made him feel bad. The walking around the whole area has gotten you tired and maybe a grumpy, "Oh my god, I'm sorry"
That made him laugh, showing off the deep dimples on both sides of his cheeks, his eyes crinkling. He looked like a squished grape, but in a cute way, you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and hold his face for entern-
Woah there calm down.
"I like this place a lot," you said, turning away before you could do something embarrassing.
"I will show you around," He said, walking in front of you. It was a small house with a small entryway with a shoerack and medium-sized mirror. The living room was blue with loads of plants and a yellow couch with a matching love seat, giving it a pop of colour. The kitchen was also blue with white cupboards, an island facing the back o the couch.
There were two doors, one of which you guessed was Harry's room and other yours. "This is my room" He said opening the room, it was everything you expected, white walls with a blue accent wall, crumbled white sheets on bed in middle of the room, a desk near the window and loads of plants.
"Blue is your favorite I take," you teased, watching him smile shyly and mumble a yeah.
Then we got to the other room, it was sage green with an old couch in the middle and that was it. It was a decent size enough for you. There was a window just like in his. It was identical to most.
"So...do you like it?" Harry trailed off. He was anxiously looking at you trying to figure out if you liked it or not.
"I love it!" You gave him a big smile and walked in more to look around. The whole house had a musky smile, like soil after rain, foresty, and you were in love.
"I might have to tell you I might steal your clothes cause they look good and comfy." You teased him and gave a cheeky laugh.
Harry was about to jump in happiness like a puppy getting asked if he wanted a treat, and in a way, it was.
"You can take whatever you want." He smiled, and you there it was the urge to just pinch his cheeks, and this time you gave in.
You extened your hand and gave him a soft pinch on cheek, "You're soo cut-" You cut off your sentence and removed your hand. It felt like an electric shock went through when you touched him.
Harry felt it too, a lot harder than you. His eyes were matching his, wide in shock. You didn't know what it meant, and neither did Harry, but it wasn't something normal, and neither was them being so undeniably pulled towards each other.
"I never got your name," Harry asked in hushed in voice, your eyes on his emerald ones.
"Y/N," you replied in the same voice, not wanting to break the moment. Harry smiled, thinking how your name suited you a lot.
a/n: this is set in an a/b/o verse, if you don’t like that kind of thing, no worries, just scroll on! as for the people who do read, I love wolfrry and a/b/o verse so I’m pretty excited for this (mini?) series. if you have any questions about what’s going on or the logistics of a/b/o, don’t hesitate to message and ask! hope you all enjoy and I would love any feedback.
word count: 3k
warnings: a/b/o dynamics
summary: Harry is next in line to be Alpha, ready to let his mother relax after having to take on the responsibilities of the pack following the death of her husband, his step father, but one thing is holding him back. He has yet to find his Luna.
She had felt off for a few weeks. In and out of daydreaming, which was not like her. She kept thinking about her mate. Where they were, what they were doing, and most importantly, when they would find her. She would experience flashes of them when she closed her eyes, their hands or eyes, and brief whiffs of what she could only call, home, mate. It was driving her mad, mentally and physically.
She thinks it’s just her heat, showing it’s ugly head in warning, but none of her previous heats manifested in such a way. Not that she had many ‘adult’ heats, maybe six after turning 18, when heats started to get more sexual and less… school-girl.
When presenting, Alphas and Omegas would go though less intense ruts and heats that didn’t require or demand a sexual partner, until they turned 18. It was just the way of bodies forming into their secondary gender, and also getting the individual ready for the real thing, when it was near impossible to get through it without another. It was also meant to give time to find your mate, but these days, it was rare to find your mate within your pack. Which left you with finding them in the wild, like people do.
Y/N was trying to focus on her healing class, practicing harnessing her care-taking Omega traits into a stream of healing energy. Only a select few had the capabilities, and it wasn’t without training and hard work.
The alpha below her, if she could call him that, had went off and stupidly sought out a fight in unclaimed territory. An obviously much more powerful Alpha had put him in his place. Unclaimed territory was meant for rogue wolves, outcasted from their packs, not drunk wolves looking for a fight. The territory was policed by the surrounding pack territories, on a rotating schedule, by what Y/N gathered.
As she was removing his make-shift bandages, just his shirt tied tightly around his midsection, an aroma suddenly smacked her in the face, pulling her from her supposed concentration. The luscious smell was definitely not coming from the wolf below her, she had smelled him as soon as he was brought into the infirmary, but almost from his… wounds?
The smell was somewhat familiar, the scent that had been coming to her in her daydreaming, but ten times stronger. She had to excuse herself and immediately find out which pack had been on post last night.
“Hey, Sarah?” Y/N called over to her classmate and friend. “Do you mind taking over? I’m not feeling that well.”
“‘Course not!” Sarah replies with a smile. They had grown up together as best friends. She had already found her mate, Mitch, which of course Y/N was a bit jealous of. “Let me know if you need anything, hope you start to feel better!”
All Y/N could do was give her a meek smile, and scurry out of the infirmary. Shoving the large wooden doors open, she’s met with the wonderful temperate of fall, wind blowing her hair around her face a bit.
All she can think of is finding the source of that wonderful smell. She makes a bee-line to the pack house, navigating the vast halls to the large room that essentially is like a town hall. It has all known records and histories of the surrounding territories, treaties, and most importantly to her, the schedule of the guards.
Y/N hustles to the front desk, where the historian sits. She’s a sweet lady, always willing to help how she can. The woman’s small spectacles sit atop her nose, close to the tip. Y/N waits as patiently as she can for the woman to stop reading and look up at her.
Soon enough, the grey-haired Beta looks up with a small smile, “What can I help you with dearie?”
“Uhm, I was wondering which pack was on guard last night. I work in the infirmary, and had an injured wolf, who went off looking for a fight. I just wanted to be able to check on the Alpha who put him in his place.” Y/N practically word-vomits out, trying to be somewhat inconspicuous.
“Oh, I’m sure they’re quite alright. And if not, they have their own healers at their pack.”, the woman reassuringly states. “But if you must know, the schedule that is agreed on is with the treaties. There should be a binder in that isle labeled as such. It’s looked over and agreed on with all the packs every year, so it should be accurate.” As the woman is talking, she points over to an area of the large library.
“Thanks! I appreciate it.” Y/N states as fast as she can, hurrying towards the isle clearly labeled treaties.
Before she can get too far away, at an increased volume, the woman states, “Hope you can find what you’re looking for!”
All Y/N can do is glance behind her to offer a small smile, but the woman is looking back at her, with a knowing look.
Once she finds the clearly labeled binder, flipping through the pages to get to the current months schedule. Her eyes scan the month quickly, finding who was on patrol last night. Her vivid globes widen a bit at the answer to her question.
The Starlight Pack. They were well known for being a pack full of beautiful creatures, even their Betas. Being one of the strongest packs in the surrounding states, Y/N knew a good bit about them. Their current leader was a single Luna. Her husband had tragically passed, however having no biological children of his own, his stepson was next in line.
Unfortunately for the reigning Luna, her son could not become Alpha until he found a suitable Luna. This was common practice across all packs. The Luna did not need to be the Alpha’s true mate, however that was of course, preferable.
Her mind wandered, thinking of who in the renowned pack could be her mate. Trying to piece them together, from what she gathered from her dreams, awake or asleep.
Catching herself in yet another daydream, Y/N realized she was wasting time. Her next hurdle might be her biggest on her quest to find her mate, getting to their pack.
The Starlight Pack was actually adjoining her pack, connecting in a northwest quadrant. However, the city center, if you could call them cities, are in the middle of their territories, surrounded by vast forests, giving distance between pack lines.
Packing a bag, throwing on a burgundy knit jumper, and leaving a, hopefully, reassuring note for her parents, knowing they wouldn’t let her leave on her own if they had been there instead of their positions. She also text Sarah, just giving her a heads up, not leaving time for her to talk Y/N out of it.Going to the pack garage, she spoke to the clerk there, signing out a car to ‘go into town for feminine products, for my Beta friend’ is all she had to say to avoid more questions from the Beta male.
The pack centers were roughly 40 miles away from each other, taking about an hour of driving to get there. The roads were almost completely empty, no one else being on them besides travelers or hikers. The leaves still hanging onto the trees were red-wine stained and honeyed hues, with some darker purples mixed in. The trees created an arch of sorts over the road, only letting in streaks of sunlight and blue sky.
With the sun falling below the horizon, Y/N pulled up to the gates of the Starlight Pack, her heart sinking into her stomach. She hadn’t quite thought of what she was going to say, it’s not like they were going to let some stranger in. Coming to a slow, she heard the rustle of fallen leaves being thrown behind the car.
She knew she was about to be questioned by a group of Alphas. Who else would be guarding their border? With a deep breath, she swings the car door open, throwing her legs out and stepping onto the ground, leaves crunching under her boots. As expected, two Alphas emerge from the wrought iron gate.
“How can we help you, lil omega? Did ya get lost on yer way home?” One of the men question. He’s not threatening in his tone, trying to be more helpful, rather than harmful, but his status enough is sufficient to make Y/N nervous.
With all her courage she can muster, she answers them in the strongest voice she can summon, “I came in search of my mate. I have reason to believe they’re here.”
Y/N tried hard not to word vomit the entire story, assuming these Alphas didn’t care why she believed such a thing. As the wind moved around them, her shiny hair was carried around her face, and she smelled them. Her mate. The wonderful scent of chamomile, musk, and sandalwood, even stronger than when she caught a whiff earlier in the day. If she could smell them, hopefully they could smell her and would come find her. It made Y/N’s brain fuzzy, and relaxed, not like she was standing in a strange place, with strange alphas who were not her mate.
The blonde one spoke again, “Wha’ makes ya think that, Omega? Maybe we can help?” The way he spoke was the same as last time, non-threatening. He actually seemed interested.
Moving her hands to her elbows, seeking some type of warmth, Y/N finds not having to search for the courage to answer this time, “I uh, was helping a wolf from my pack that was put in his place last night in the unclaimed territory. And, this is crazy, but I smelled it from his wounds. Who ever taught him a lesson is my mate. I did some research, your pack was on patrol last night. So, here I am.”
During what felt like a speech, the males look at each other with wide eyes. The brunette turns to speak, his mouth agape for a moment. However before he can say anything, a tall, lean figure is hurdling through the gates behind them, that wonderful scent following him. His eyes are wide, taking in as much as they can, searching. “Where is..”
Before he can finish, the men move aside, and their eyes land on each other. Y/N’s eyes are just as wide now, wind rustling around them, pushing his magnificent scent to her, and hers to him. She stands in awe as the man with umber colored, shoulder length hair, strides towards her quickly. Stopping inches from her chest, he’s a head length taller than her. Quipping her head up to him, her eyes meeting his glassy emerald eyes, their chests heaving, trying to pull each other’s scents in as much as possible.
He is the one to break the silence, “My omega? How’d ya find meh little one?”
Y/N’s heart stutters at her title coming from his lips and the sound of his scruff voice, “Doesn’t matter right now, my Alpha. My name is Y/N. I- I can’t believe I found you.” She’s about to burst, tears welling in her eyes.
The gorgeous man dips down closer to her face, canting to her ear, hand reaching up to push her smooth hair behind it, sparks darting when his fingers danced over her cheek, and just about purring,“‘M Harry, but yeh can call meh Alpha.”
• • • • •
His day started as all others, pulling himself from his lonely bed, wishing he could stay and go back to sleep. There, in his dreams, he was with his Omega. As much as he wanted to go searching for her, it wasn’t quite that desperate yet. His mother and him had decided if he hadn’t found his mate by 25, he could go searching for her. But only for six months, then he would have to settle for an omega that was good enough.
But no one would be good enough for him, besides her. She had only started coming to him in his dreams a few months ago. Before that, he could only think of what she looked or smelled like. When sleeping, he could see her, smell her, touch her. But her face was always fleeting his memory after the first few moments of being awake.
He felt bad he hadn’t completely relieved his mother of her duties. Neither an Alpha or a Luna were meant to rule alone, a perfect balance of each other. The exact reason he had yet to become Alpha, but he couldn’t settle on some omega he knew wasn’t his. Not yet, not until he had to. Though Harry saw the years practically multiplying on his mother since his step-father died. However the light had started coming back to her since she relieved more duties to Harry.
Getting ready for the day, he felt scattered and unfocused. Only one thing on his mind. Mate. He thought it could be his rut announcing itself, he hadn’t had one for maybe five months, when he had one every three usually. Unfortunately for him, he still had duties to attend to for the time being. He couldn’t lay in bed all day dreaming of silken hair and skin, getting himself off.
Leaving his chambers, drifting over to the meeting room, where his mother, himself, and their closest confidants met weekly. He wasn’t much interested in the conversation, as most of it was repeated information from last week. As it comes to a close, he has a feeling he can’t explain.
“Niall, Louis, can ya guys run perimeter guard fo’ the day? With the location of that brainless wolf from last night unknown, I want security tight, yeh? And I’ll take ya’s spot training for the day” The two men nod without question, Harry not even needing his Alpha voice, the men trusting him.
“Harry, I don’t think that wolf will come here, he probably whimpered home.” His mother tries to reason. Anne had been trying to let Harry have more power over the years. He practically ran the pack at this point and she was just a figurehead, but she gave her opinion when she felt he needed guidance.
He felt bad going against what his mother was thinking, but he had taken so much stress off her over the years, he wanted her to trust him. “I just have a feeling mum. Ya’ve put this much confidence in meh so far, yeh? This is un-disruptive and not puttin’ anyone in danger. Just for today.” Harry speaks with finality. Anne knows he’s right. No one will get hurt, and their only other assignment was helping with training possible future guards.
“Right, lads. Yeh know where ta find meh in tha trainin’ grounds, watching’ over those pups.” Harry says, after a moment of silence and acceptance of his previous statement, with a smirk. If those young alphas knew he was referring to them as pups, they would loose their ever-loving mind, and the thought of them wanting to even attempt to grapple with him.
The day was monotonous, besides a few interesting scrimmages between the young wolves learning to fight before him. He wasn’t usually in the training field, so he knew the pups in front of him were trying to show off. The training field was at the corner of the large clearing that contained their pack house, which looked small from the vantage point he had at the moment. With expansive woods behind them, and the tall log fencing on the side, they were close to the entry road. Given, it was a good few thousand feet away, he could still see Niall and Louis open the gate and step out.
That was enough to intrigue him, but not enough for him to wander over. The wind graced his face, as it had numerous times today. Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the moment with the sound of the leaves rustling behind him. Until he was absolutely smacked in the face with the most luscious smell. So much stronger than in his dreams. His only thought was mate.
Without so much as a comment to the other men helping train, he took off sprinting, almost as fast as his wolf would be, his feet taking him closer to what he hoped to be his Omega. Sliding around the corner, out of the gate, all he could see was the backs of his men, but the delicious smell as strong as ever.
He begun to speak, but before barely getting any words out, the men moved aside. Set in front of him was the most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes on. Her opulent hair falling over her shoulders, her crimson jumper contrasting her skin beautifully, and a perfect pout on her full lips. Eyes shining like they were full of stars for him.
He doesn’t remember making the decision to stride up to her, barely a book thickness way from her voluptuous chest. His Omega pitches her head up to him. Harry breaks the silence that seems to go on forever, but was only a few seconds. “My omega? How’d ya find meh little one?”
A beat later, the sweetest sound he’s ever heard, her voice, almost at a whisper, “Doesn’t matter right now, my Alpha. My name is Y/N. I- I can’t believe I found you.”
He keens at the sound of his title coming off her tongue, it never sounded so perfect before. Harry can’t help but lean closer, her scent becoming strong and heavy, and he surely can’t stop himself from lightly running his fingers over her cheek, electricity shooting between them at the softest of touch, and brushing her hair behind her ear with a rumble of, “‘M Harry, but yeh can call meh Alpha.”
